• E N T H U S I A S T I C • W A L K S • (light)

[CrimsonMoon]

The young woman walked casually down the ruined street, whistling even though undead limped around her and the empty shells of old vehicles. Her hands were stuffed in her jeam pockets and her short black hair was tucked beneath a new black hat, white coat fluttering in the wind behind her. She appeared unarmed yet almost unsettlingly at ease around the horrible husks of undead flesh..

[Light]

Daiki wasn't a man of rash decisions, in the past he let his squad mates in the force pull that s*it. So when he saw a young looking teenager from his trailer that was smooshed between the wreckage of two buildings, he didnt rush out guns blazing. No, he climbed up on the roof with his rifle and watched her through the scope. His dark tanned skin was covered by many layers, the outer most being a bullet proof vest. Clicking his tongue, he draws his head away from the guns lens and frowns.

What the hell?

[CrimsonMoon]

The woman stops and crouches, whistling the happy tune still as a group of about five undead shuffle toward her. She shuffles through her pockets before producing a syringe from her pocket and walking toward the shamblin undead...

[Light]

Now Daiki was alarmed. A /syringe/? What the hell is that gonna do against them? He places his eye back against the scope and focuses in on the object in her hand. He'd wait thirty more seconds before scoring some head shots.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl paused, watching the undead crumple, only lookin vaguely disappointed as she steps over the twitching bodies, stuffing her hands back into her pockets. She halts while standin on one of the corpses and her gaze rests on him, as if she could see through his scope and into his soul.

[Light]

Daiki stiffens, unable to look away once she had caught his gaze. What was this feeing? Fear? No- he didn't feel that anymore. This was more like 'do-not-press-the-red-button', but he quickly swallowed it down and lowered the tip of his gun ever so slightly. He lifts his head and stares back at her with a poised gaze.

[CrimsonMoon]

She turned slowly toward him and began to walk toward him, her gaze never leaving his. Her green eyes... They were like dark shadows in an ancient forest, her gaze was serious yet had a touch of joy to it... She was odd... No fear ever when a zombie grabbed her leg, the girl glances down and merely brings her free heel down on its skull with insane speed, all that was left was a dark splatter on the ground. The girl never even looked at the beast..

[Light]

From the moment she turned he was silently repeating- /don't come closer/ over and over again in his head like a mantra; a desperate prayer. People, dead things, and animals, all of them just needed to stay away from him. Biting on the inside of his cheek he forces himself to sit up from his laying down position and takes a moment to look for a way to divert her attention. Drool? Scream like a lunatic? /Shoot/?

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl steps up onto the hood of a small subaru that was no more than a blackened shell, stepping onto the roof and beginning to walk OVER the cars, she was no more than ten feet away and drawing closer, from here it was obvious... Her movements were calculated, as if everything she did was a complex equation... She was... Like a machine. Though her gaze burned into him

[Light]

F**k a duck. He scowls and lifts his gun aiming at her. Normal people didn't do sh*it like that. He dark blue eyes narrow; as he holds his breath, and pulls the trigger firing a warning shot that buzzes past her ear.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl just smiles faintly and steps lightly onto the roof of a FedEx truck no more than three feet from the car he stood on.

[Light]

The mans scowl deepens, and for once he felt like he was being played, toyed with like in that one old cartoon, Tom and Jerry. Except for she was the mouse cause the mouse seemed to be the smarter and clever one, and he was the dumb*ss cat that always got his tail injured one way or another. He aims for real this time, but decides to speak before firing, "Stop right there, and don't take another step." Did his voice shake? He hoped that it didnt, cause he was supposed to sound /intimidating/.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl only shakes her head slightly with a soft chuckle, her green eyes literally speaking for her. Telling him she was superior, pushing him down, DEGRADING him, her gaze was one of a scientist, like she was mentally cutting him up and taking out each of his organs...She stepped onto the truck he knelt on and turned slightly to face him full on, black hair whipping around her pale face

[Light]

Daiki scowls at her and stands his ground, his finger slowly bearing down on the trigger as she got closer. He'd killed plenty of people before- and that's why he pulled the trigger again, aiming for her knee.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl falls soundlessly except for the heavy hump as she landed on her side, the only way to tell she was in pain was the way she screwed her eyes shut and bit her lip, stifling agonized cries... She suddenly looks too young, too vulnerable, too... Delicate for this harsh world..

[Light]

Daiki's hands shake and he lowers the weapon to his side, "Alright," he takes a deep breath and steels himself. Anyone, and everyone around him was a threat. No one could be trusted. Nodding a bit to himself he steps forward, his heavy boot making a thump against the hood of the Truck, "Now tell me, what the hell do you want? And don't whine and cry, I didn't blow your kneecap, I only knicked the flesh."

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl narrows her eyes, still scrunched in pain and stares at him," Take samples," She whispers, her voice small not from the pain but from disuse

[Light]

"Find someone else then," he snaps, "I ain't a lab rat for you to rip open and take apart piece by piece." He looks down at the gun shells at his feet and his nose wrinkles a bit in anger. Two shots he could have used to take out a few zombies.

[CrimsonMoon]

She shook her head," No one else will work," She murmurs and forces herself to sit up, cringing but examining her knee and ripped and bloodied jeans

[Light]

"No one else will work for what?" He huffs moving further away from her. His finger still itched due to the fact she was still there, near him.